MEASURES OF PREFERENCES
a restrictive
repeatedly
lasting
influence
of
luminous
niche-like
significance
encircled
stylized
illusions
&clarity
of
intentions
with
nuanced
coincidences
Graduate to a higher framework of thinking.
Move into the Upper Class of the Divine.
Life is not narrow, restrictive or limiting,
It's all in your state of Mind.
Guard carefully your thoughts and emotions.
Sift them for the brightest nuggets of gold.
Glean the best and most perfect image
Of your Highest good that you can hold.
Then, let it shine in each moment and hour.
Fight yourself to save your own Soul.
You hold the key to your future and destiny.
Open your eyes to watch eternity unfold.
You are more powerful than you know;
more capable than you can believe.
Life unfolds moment by moment; breath by breath.
Graduate to a higher Understanding;
Finally, set your Mind and Spirit free.
Chula Fleming Copyright Sept 5, 1997
I could buy you a present
And it could go one way or the other
But, I know a bouquet of flowers
Will make you a happy Mother
I was going to send this to my Mom
But for some reason it didn't sound "Quiet right"
.....and due to the restrictive number of characters on the card
I settled for this ...
Violets are blue
And roses are red
So, I'm sending you
Colorful Tulips instead. Ha!
I care I search for the perfect peach shirt
That allows my skin to breathe
So red restrictive and violet vindictive
A black bra is to me
Why is it a put off if my girls toss
You are lost emerald envy looking
Gravity a green game it's such a shame
That my bare breast are not winning
That very day Eve met the snake
Who cares if he was staring
Did he partake of her chocolate cake
Because her nipples were bra free
My bra is like a rope my breast do choke
I feel no hope in bras no worth
Let them fall down to brown ground for
I care and I search.
Written 10/8/23 for What to Search for Contest
Sponsor Miranda Hawley
COUNTENANCE
attention
to detail
with
the
passion
of
subtle
expression
the
stark
instinct
blurring
reality
in
the
indistinct
recognition
so
restrictive
demonstates
an identical
purpose
to
overwhelm
in
relief
When you sit down to write, and it
seems a bit forced
When the rhyme pairs are matching, but
somewhat divorced
When the wellspring has dried up right
there at the source
Just relax - she’ll return to you
all in due course
When that stanza’s like swallowing
a bitter pill
When you’re thinking in verbs and nouns,
put down that quill
Stop playing such a selfish war
inside your head
And consider that she’s needing
feeding instead
Just remember, she’s here to bring
joy, not confuse
And recall what you did before
sing to your muse
So go dance with your daughter or
run with your son
Your spirits start soaring, and she
then joins the fun
And since these things just never do
happen to you
Writing witty little poems
shows ‘em that, too!
----------
a Dechnad Cummaisc, Irish quatrains (8/4a/8b/4ba)
(lines 2 and 4 end rhymes, 3's end rhymes with syllable 2 or 3 of line 4). Much less restrictive than its big sister, the Dechnad Mor
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dechnad-cummaisc-poetic-forms
DARKNESS AND LIGHT
My friend, you seek to wound
With a knife, sharpened from
Bile-imbued speech,
Twisting through to the heart's fragility.
A life bleeds crimson into weeping
Earth and you, smirking
Wantonly out from
Behind an artificial facade,
Barely able to conceal the suppressed pain
Inside your blighted frame.
You mock the inconvenient
Before blinkered eyes -
That which accords not with the acceptable,
In adherence to rules, laid down
From an unmoved tradition.
You need the skeletal framework
Of structure and routine
To bolster an inadequate existence;
Familiar only with restrictive darkness,
You hate difference or variation,
The obscure smothering attempts
To discover the glaringly obvious.
Yet still you wound me at the fork in the road,
As though it's your life's work to do so,
I now speak the truth in my defence,
Succeeding to deflect your arrows
With the impenetrable shield of love.
How madly in love,
The moon and the cross were
But it made everyone cross
And they were declared mad.
What a taboo
Everyone said,
So the moon lost her shine,
And retreated into the clouds.
How restrictive
This love thing can be.
Decades apart
Come together in love,
Age, after all, is just a number
But they dare not let it known.
What shamelessness,
They would say.
So they held a funeral
For the feelings they had to kill.
How complicated,
This love thing can be.
She loved him
Love like worship,
Through ease and hardship.
How she believed he loved her…
But he broke her heart,
Without thought or shame,
So she patched up the pieces,
And guarded it with a wall.
How Wicked;
This love thing can be.
got to the poe...
at tree site
admission being...
coded restrictive
entered...
and stood
before...
a mirror to
toil....
letting my
reflection...
be as the
entry code...
p n u
sounded...
pee'n you
stans sand
Comfortable spaces
Familiar places
So much effort
Same old faces
So uninspired
This way of living
Kind of restrictive
Barely giving
Repetitive going ons
To waste the day
Uncreative being this way
So uninspired
Passions tamed
Subdued interest
Going about it
Lacking zest
So uninspired
Go with the motion
Practical thinking
Rub out imagination
So uninspired
Things to do
Places to be
No time for that
What's for dinner?
Can we?
So uninspired
But unrelenting
They will not cease
The imagination
A beautiful breeze
The marmite Contest... 20/08/21....sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
The day is long
the night short
filled with restless dreams
crisscrossing imagery
of fictional and unfamiliar parties
trying hard to encumber life
by restrictive containments
anxious in the tossing and turning,
fearful wakening
only to find
it is reality.
In a mishmash of the ubiquitous
Consonants peppered with vowels
Thoughts flow as my hypergraphia grows
Building fireworks of prose
Upon scraps; line or unlined sheets
With a restrictive verse
I the Poeter can be quite terse
A thought provoking reshaper
A tessellation of text into rows
As this near Rondeau Prime is set to close
Lest, we not fail to mention semivowels
With the aforementioned in mind; it was never meant to be obliquitous¹
02-03JUL18
¹ exhibiting or characterized by obliquity²
² an obscure or confusing statement
Judgment
I read that a court of law renders judgments in legal matters.
Whether these judgments are arbitrated for the good of all or harbingers of evil.
As a Species, we make judgments on others based on what we experience and believe. Sometimes the judgements we make are in error and we seek why?
But what is the driving force of erroneous judgments?
Is it emotional fear which aggravates our judgement and creates more fear?
Those who are infected with this vicious cycle only believe that controlling others will they be safe, but they are not.
Emotional erroneous judgments are not based on logical process.
They will use this false judgement to divide others into manageable groups.
This is a fallacy.
It will only lead to the enslavement of the groups that are divided, however, those who enslave others are too enslaved.
Think bodyguards and restrictive movements based on animosity of the slaves.
Breaking this viciousness requires us to Love our enemies.
Show them that this love we have will free them from this bondage and free all into a more loving community.
As a united people across this world we will do wonders with the help of God.
-DI Greener
His thirst being unquenchable, the seeker flounders about distraught, rejecting all transient sensory gratification, uncompromisingly yearning for lasting fulfilment. Exhausted, he closes his eyes and goes in, within, into the dark void of vibrant emptiness. Present thus, as awareness without thought, alertly poised without any restrictive fear or desire, he is swathed in waves of ineffable ecstatic bliss. Imbibing and assimilating the elixir, he vaporises to become the current itself.
Twice born he lives on
Radiant bliss with no name
You are He, he says
13-August-2020
On rain drenched mornings
words may feel too heavy
to absorb dense Truth,
May smell too bleached
to taste thin Beauty,
May sound too restrictive
to recreate revolutionary visions.
Yet, absence of words
may sound too drenched
in universal drizzle
to comfort,
to circulate lively blood
for warm interior climate cleansing
Rain water
distilling
tomorrow's more fertile
silent soil
silk skinned soul.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.